The final installment of the 'Soulmate' series.
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Kate and I had known each other for over a year and had never tired of each other's bodies. We had explored a wide range of activities and had not found anything yet that we didn't enjoy. We both loved oral and anal sex, we explored various fetishes like haircutting and shaving, toe sucking, bondage, spanking and caning. We had shared many of our experiences with our good friends Jane and Dave which allowed us both to enjoy bisexual activities and added to our fun. It was a natural progression for us to marry and I proposed to her in May. We planned a small wedding in the Summer at the open air chapel in the forest near Kate's summer cabin. Her two young sons would be there, before they went off to spend the rest of the summer vacation with their father. Jane and Dave were coming too and we had invited them to stay for a few days after the wedding. It was hardly going to be a traditional honeymoon but we knew what we liked.
It was just three months to the wedding but we had already agreed not to shave or cut our hair before then. Kate had shaved my head bald after a caning session in December but my hair was growing back quickly. We both sported lush pubic hair and I got a sexual thrill from the thought that would surely all have to go in the Summer. I was pleased that Kate felt confident enough to wear sleeveless dresses which showed the ginger hair that was sprouting from under her arms. The fluffy down on her legs was also becoming more noticeable.
We continued to expand our sexual games. It was rare now for my backside not to be sore from a paddling or a caning. I continued to spank Kate regularly and she sometimes asked to be tied to the desk to receive the cane or the riding crop. That said, of the two of us, I was probably the more submissive. Neither of us had needed to resort to our safe word which was 'Shave me'. For the most part however, we continued to enjoy the simple pleasures of oral sex and fucking. Kate was always very inventive. One night, after I had fucked her dripping wet cunt and shot my load up her arse, she secretly slipped her discarded panties back on. She wore them for the rest of the night and all the next day. That evening, when she got back from the gym, she told me she had to take a shower and said "Would you like to join me?"
I said I would and she replied, "Water or golden?" before quickly disappearing into the bathroom. I undressed and, as I stepped into the shower cubicle, I noticed that there was no water running and that that Kate was still wearing her panties. She pushed me down towards her crotch where It was immediately assailed by the smell of two day old sweaty panties mixed with crusted semen. It was strangely erotic and I moved closer to inhale more deeply when she let loose a steam of urine through her pants and onto my face. After the initial surprise, I savoured the taste and the wave of uncontrollable pleasure. She took off the panties and tossed them onto the bathroom floor before kneeling in the shower and indicating that I should reciprocate. Peeing is not easy with an erection but I did my best to spray her body with my piss. We showered and Kate was clearly in the mood for more sex games. She led me by the cock into the bedroom and said sternly, "That was very naughty and you deserve to be spanked." I was handcuffed to the bed and made to kneel. Kate selected a small wooden paddle and gave me a swat on each buttock, causing me to shout "Ouch!"
"I do not remember asking you to speak," Kate said and she left the room. When she returned she carried her wet panties which she balled up and stuffed into my mouth.
"Now be quiet while I spank your naughty bottom." I remained quiet while Kate proceeded to give me a delightful spanking, as I savored the aroma and taste of her panties. When she removed her panties from my mouth she said, "You can wear these tomorrow to remind you to behave yourself."
In July, Kate and the boys left for the cabin. I drove up the following week, just one week before the wedding. When I arrived, I noticed that the two boys had already been given their annual buzzcuts at the barbers but Kate's hair was still hanging long over her ears and down her neck. I asked if she planned to get it cut before the wedding but she said that she wanted to wait until after because she wanted her hair longer for the wedding photos. The week passed quickly. There was nothing much to organise for such a small wedding and so we played in the lake and sunbathed. Frustratingly, Kate insisted that we did not sleep together until after the marriage, but I occasionally glimpsed her naked in the shower and marvelled at how hairy she had become.
The wedding was a small quick affair and afterwards we all went to a local restaurant for lunch. The two boys were then packed off with their father. Dave and Jane had arrived for the ceremony the day before. They looked quite different from when I had seen them last back around Christmas time. Janes hair had grown into a light brown mop that sat on her head like a badly made hat. Dave's thinning locks were streaked with grey and had grown bushy at the sides and above his collar revealing the full extent of his male pattern baldness. As we left the restaurant Jane ran her hands through her hair and said, "I must get rid of this mess. Who's coming."!
"Haircuts all round," shouted Kate. "Let's go."
